Stuck With An Old Man (Revision Stage)
CHAPTER 11: The Father
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“Excuse me Mister and Miss, dinner is ready,” said a man from behind the door.
“Good,” reply Gala from inside room.
Gala was still sitting on the edge of the bed while waiting for Yara who was still changing clothes on the walk in closet. Actually Gala may go first to the family dining room, but she knows if Yara would not be comfortable to walk alone because the girl is still traumatized by the behavior of Gala's mother when Yara was a child.
“Om Gala?!” yara shouted still with a position inside the dressing room.
Gala didn't say.
“Om …? Is Om still there?” ask again.
“Bergegeslah. Otherwise, then I will leave you,” Gala said with a flat look.
“Iyaa. One minute is over. Don't be angry dong!”
Shortly after a short conversation, Yara finally came out of the dressing room. Gala was stunned to see Yara's appearance being very different from usual.
“Where are you going? What do you want to do?” said Gala, cynical.
“Apaan anyway! Said he wanted dinner.”
Gala scrunched her forehead. He was amazed at his wife's behavior. How not, Yara wore a salem-colored dress that reached the soles of the feet with a long hemisphere that showed smooth thighs to choose the girl. The dress she was wearing was very tight so that it displayed her sexy curves. The top part of the dress also appears open so that it displays the chest and the tiny arms. Not only that, he was quite peppering his face with makeup ala rate.
“How do I look? Beautiful ‘kan Om?” smiling while circling in front of Gala.
At first, Gala looked at Yara in awe. But after realizing that there was something strange in his mind, he turned his gaze to sharp and cold. “Change your clothes with a nightgown.”
Yara raised her manic. “What?! Ke—why? Aren't we going to dinner?” put on a disappointed look.
“Your appearance is too splashy just for dinner at home.”
The girl was silent. He instantly digested Gala's speech. “Eatnight at home?” he muttered as he looked up at the ceiling of the room.
“Quick. Don't slow. Everyone has been waiting in the dining room.”
“So from earlier I guessed wrong? I guess we'll have dinner outside, and in fact just at home?”
“Hmm,” nodded.
Yara wastes her rough breath. His face looked disappointed. Actually he was lazy to meet with the Gala family. Especially Kinan, a woman who holds the status of Gala's mother. Yara will never forget the spicy words issued by Kinan's mouth.
“Om, I want to eat in my room,”.
“Cannot. This is your first day in this mansion as my wife, as Young Madame of the Rodderick family. So you have to show your attitude as a wife and as a potential woman. So you deserve to be called Young Madame Rodderick!”
Gala's words then just like that in Yara's ears. Until now, she had never thought of becoming a wife, let alone bearing the status of young wife of Mr. Gala Zayn Rodderick of the Blackfire Company. Yara fell silent while bowing her head. She squeezed tightly into the dress she was wearing. Yara's expression was enough to make Gala understand what the girl was feeling.
Gala approached Yara. He stared fixedly at his wife and held onto Yara's shoulder with both hands. “Not to think negatively. Show them you're a tough woman. You are different from ten years ago, who can be easily trampled and underestimated. I'm sending you overseas so you can be assertive, smart and certainly classy. Don't be so bad just because you're young and orphaned. I will always be by your side.”
“Om Gala, can I deal with Oma Kinan?” ogre.
“Mama, not Oma!”
“Calling it as Mama also feels heavy to me. But I'll try.”
“Good! That's the ten-year-old girl I know.”
Yara changed her clothes back. He recalled the time when he was ten years old, which he had always admired, boasted the figure of Gala. For little Yara, Gala was a perfect man. Who is always there for him in times of joy and sadness, who always defends him when someone humbles himself and his family.
But good thoughts about Gala change when Yara is sent abroad. Wh why? Because Yara did not think that she would be exiled in the land of people. He was also shocked when Gala did not come with him abroad and did not preach him while he was there. But Yara did not know if the man always visited there and watched her from a distance.
From there the hatred and the bitter root spread to his heart. He hated Gala and always cursed the grown man. His life in a foreign country is bitter. He has to overcome the problems of his life by relying on himself. Not depending on anyone else. But that's where Yara's personality began to form. She became a strong and independent girl. Although his potent nature begins to appear again as he begins to reconnect with Gala.
After a few minutes, Yara returned from the dressing room. She was wearing a simple dress but looked luxurious wrapped in her body. “It's done.”
Gala moved from her seat. With both hands inserted into her pants pocket, Gala exited the bedroom door followed by Yara.
On the third floor was the territory of the Gala, so no one could set foot carelessly. Only his personal assistant and butler could be there. In addition to reminding him to eat, the butler always cleaned the Gala room. Often the butler named Pak Angga brought his two men to help him clean the entire third floor at once by cleaning his room.
Gala stopped her steps when she realized that Yara's figure had fallen far behind her. He looked back and found the girl muttering to herself.
“What do?”
Yara ran towards the Gala. “I'm in training.”
“For what?”
“Ya practice speaking when meeting Oma Kinan. Uh, I mean Mama Kinan.”
“Stupid.” Gala looked at Yara's trembling hands. He held out his hand voluntarily for Yara to hold.
Yara returned Gala's sharp gaze. He hesitantly accepted Gala's hand. Comfort and calmness were felt again. The aura of the Gala did not change. It was the same ten years ago. The moment where Yara felt calm when she came into physical contact with Gala. Maybe the feeling came back to him.
His hands are so hard yet soft. Not changed at all.
Gala and Yara walked towards the first floor holding hands. Both of them do not realize if in fact they have done their role as husband and wife. Protect and protect. Yara's sense of courage arises when she is together with Gala.
“Om ..” call her down, making Gala stare at her manic. Yara simply called out Gala's name gently while smiling sweetly.
The innocent face when he first met Gala again haunted Gala's mind. Not only that, he also saw the figure of Elyora in his wife. A smiling and jolly woman. “You really inherited it,” Gala said.
“Inherit what, Om?”
“Forget!” Gala pulled the corners of her lips so as to make a thin indentation.
To be continued ...
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